The once peaceful mountain forest fell silent in an instant.
A vast and powerful pressure swept across the void, and an incomparably domineering aura swept across the entire valley.
That was the purest and most supreme dragon's might.
The moment the oppressive force descended, the earth groaned as if it could not bear the weight, and all the grass and trees clung to the soil.
Under this hierarchical suppression originating from the source of their bloodline, everyone present, except for Huo Yuhao who was prepared, lost control of their bodies at the same critical moment.
Xiao Xiao and Zuo Xuanxin, who were absorbing the soul ring, trembled, and their light cocoons became disordered, almost causing their qi and blood to be disrupted.
Hua Yangming and Li Gousheng couldn't even stand still; their knees slammed into the hard rocks, and they were pinned to the ground.
Tang Qiong braced herself on the ground with both hands, her forehead beaded with cold sweat, and even lifting a finger seemed impossible.
Even Nurha, who possessed a cultivation level of 86 and always prided himself on his physical strength, was now lying prostrate on the ground, unable to move.
The heavy pressure, as heavy as a giant mountain, fell on his shoulders, making his bones creak dryly.
Nurha gritted his teeth, trying to activate the incomplete Qilin bloodline within his body to resist this external force.
But the once violent and frenzied Qilin essence was now as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, falling into an absolute silence like stagnant water.
Even when he frantically channeled his soul power to stimulate it, that bloodline did not respond in the slightest.
Although his Qilin bloodline was incomplete, it was still a top-tier bloodline of the divine beast level, with an extremely high rank.
On this continent, the only beings capable of transcending attributes and ranks and suppressing the mythical beast Qilin to the point of being unable to raise its head can come from the same race.
True Dragon.
Moreover, one must be the supreme emperor standing at the pinnacle of the true dragon.
Nurha struggled to lift his head, his gaze passing over his disheveled hair to look at the man in black standing in front of him.
Those pure golden vertical pupils were cold and ruthless, carrying an indifference that looked down upon all living beings in the mortal world.
A name suddenly popped into his mind without warning.
Number one on the list of the ten most ferocious beasts in mainland China.
The Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, with 800,000 years of cultivation.
Beast God Emperor Tian.
Indeed, only the supreme ruler who governs the Star Dou Great Forest could possess such a terrifying gaze, as if the heavens and earth were about to collapse.
For a moment, this veteran Contra player, who had roamed the continent for many years, froze completely.
Wang Dong was thrown off balance by the sudden, overwhelming pressure and instinctively fell into the arms of the boy beside him.
Huo Yuhao casually put his arm around her shoulder and lightly traced a line with his fingertips along his side.
The First Martial Soul, Space-Time: The Spirit Eye Brain, was quietly operating deep within the skull, and the space-time nodes were reconstructed at an extremely fast speed.
An invisible spatial dimension silently opened up, completely enveloping the small space where he and Wang Dong were located.
The misaligned dimensions prevent the rules of the present world from being overturned.
The suffocating, tyrannical dragon's might surrounding it vanished into nothingness the instant it touched the invisible membrane, failing to stir up even the slightest ripple.
The girl in his arms took a deep breath, and the paleness on her face faded slightly.
She leaned against the boy's firm chest, feeling his reassuring stability, and her tense body gradually relaxed.
Huo Yuhao raised his icy blue eyes and calmly met Di Tian's gaze.
Behind Di Tian, the three-eyed golden lion rode on a pale golden auspicious cloud, its three eyes staring straight at Huo Yuhao, its tail swaying slightly in mid-air.
Clearly, the scene of creating a soul ring with bare hands had thoroughly alarmed these two core rulers of the Star Dou realm.
Di Tian looked down at the crowd in the valley, his expression as cold and stern as a statue.
He didn't look at Nurha lying in the mud, nor did he pay attention to the few immobile disciples of the Body Sect. His gaze only lingered briefly on Huo Yuhao.
"None of you will leave today."
Di Tian's tone was as calm as water, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
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The Empire of Sun and Moon, in the western suburbs of Ming Capital.
In a remote wasteland far from the bustling city, a gray-white Gothic spire church stands quietly in the twilight.
The peeling, mottled wall paint testifies to the long years it has endured.
To outsiders, this place is nothing more than an abandoned monastery in the wilderness, which is usually avoided even by homeless people.
Deep within this building lies the darkest and most sinister secret nest in the entire Douluo Continent.
The headquarters of the Holy Spirit Church.
Passing through layers of dark corridors engraved with evil patterns, a spacious yet sinister hall stands at the deepest part of the underground.
On both sides stand dozens of thick stone pillars, carved with twisted and vengeful spirits of various shapes, their empty eye sockets gleaming with a faint, eerie green flame.
On the high platform in the center of the main hall, there was a huge chair made of bones.
A middle-aged man dressed in a dark robe sat upright on it, his face thin and pale, surrounded by a faint, deathly mist.
It was Zhong Liwu, the Death God Douluo, who was the current leader of the Holy Spirit Church.
Below the steps, a black-robed butler wearing a cloak knelt on one knee, holding a special jade slip used to transmit secret messages in both hands.
Zhongliwu raised his hand, and a cold, ethereal suction force arose in the air, causing the jade slip to land steadily in his palm.
He probed the jade slip with a wisp of his spiritual energy, quickly examining the information that had been urgently sent from the Star Luo Empire branch.
That was a cooperation request personally delivered by Emperor Xu Jiawei of Xingluo.
The other party offered generous terms, hoping to borrow two Title Douluo-level experts from the Holy Spirit Church to participate in the joint operation and ambush the high-ranking members of Minghuang Academy in the border region.
If it were an ordinary force requesting help, Zhong Liwu wouldn't even bother to give it a second glance.
The Church is already accustomed to the trick of a group of self-proclaimed orthodox imperial nobles using others to kill people.
But when his gaze swept over the core marker at the end of the secret letter, his deep-set eyes narrowed sharply.
The inheritor of the Holy Angel Martial Soul has appeared.
Not only that, the girl named Ye Guyi has now crossed the threshold of becoming a six-ring Soul Emperor, and even possesses an extraordinary Soul Ring configuration.
Looking at this string of names, Zhong Liwu's eyes welled up with complex emotions, and a deep sense of nostalgia slowly emerged.
Holy angel.
These four words are like a thorn stuck in the throat for any high-ranking member of the Holy Spirit Church.
Zhong Liwu leaned back in his chair, his fingertips tapping lightly on the pale white bone armrests, producing a crisp tapping sound.
My thoughts were pulled back to a stormy night decades ago by these words.
Back then, in order to remove this thorn in the side of the Holy Spirit Church, it was he, as the young leader, who personally led the team to plan and execute the bloody annihilation that uprooted the Angel Family.
That night, the fire raged, and the sacred light was gradually extinguished amidst endless resentment.
The Holy Church will never allow a second family of angels to rise again.
The reason is quite simple.
The Holy Angel Family were not originally native to the Sun Moon Empire. They migrated from the Douluo Continent after the Holy War three thousand years ago.
The history of the Holy Angel family can be traced back tens of thousands of years. This lineage has indeed produced gods, and not just one. The one that can be traced back is the Angel God who fought against the Sea God ten thousand years ago.Throughout the long history of Douluo Continent, anything involving the god-level has never escaped the covetousness of various forces.
The divine level itself represents supreme power and rules that transcend the mundane.
Even the slightest touch of divine favor is enough to transform a mediocre, low-ranking clan into a colossal ruler of a region in a very short time.
Moreover, they are an angel family that has actually produced gods in the past.
Zhongliwu sat on the pale white bone chair, his fingertips gently stroking the cool edge of the jade slip.
His deep-set eyes were half-closed, his thoughts quietly spreading deep within the dark hall.
The great war that took place ten thousand years ago is known to all the high-level Soul Masters on the continent.
The Spirit Hall's exceptionally talented Angel God was defeated by the Sea God Tang San in the final battle.
But most ordinary people outside the world are unaware of the deeper secrets.
In that life-or-death struggle between the gods, the angel god did not perish on the spot.
She was merely stripped of her divine position; her divine essence shattered into countless fragments under the powerful impact of divine force.
After the Spirit Hall fell apart, the Angel lineage, whose divine positions had been lost, carried the stigma of being defeated and faced encirclement and suppression from various powerful forces throughout the Douluo Continent.
The once lofty and supreme Taoist tradition has become a pariah in the blink of an eye.
Hundreds of years ago, the Angel Family was forced to migrate across the vast and turbulent sea after being suppressed by the combined forces of various empires and sects in their homeland. They eventually arrived in the new land of the Sun and Moon Empire.
At that time, the Angel Clan was very powerful, with many Title Douluos and a Super Douluo in charge.
They had thought that by avoiding their old enemies, they could gain a chance to catch their breath in this unfamiliar territory.
But this group of self-important old folks completely misjudged another ferocious beast lurking in the shadows.
At that time, the Sun and Moon Empire was already their Holy Spirit Church's private territory, which they had painstakingly cultivated for over a thousand years.
The Holy Church has deep roots in this land, and its intricate network of dark forces covers both the temples and the martial arts world.
The newly arrived angel family not only failed to achieve a revival, but also encountered severe rejection due to the unique environment of the Sun and Moon Continent.
This incompatibility with the local environment was directly reflected in the awakening of later generations.
The once-proud sacred bloodline began to dilute rapidly, and the quality of each new generation was worse than the last.
Centuries have passed, and the once golden clan that made the whole continent tremble has fallen into a weak predicament due to a lack of successors.
The clan couldn't even find a single Title Douluo who could hold their own.
For the Holy Spirit Church, which lurks in the shadows, this is practically a piece of fat meat delivered to their doorstep by God.
When the Holy Church learned of this news, its leaders did not hesitate at all and immediately finalized a plan to wipe them out completely.
The executioner of that massacre was none other than the young and impetuous man himself who led the team.
Dozens of titled Douluo-level retainers and elders swarmed out, completely encircling the Angel Family's last hideout into a cage in the dead of night amidst a storm.
The Holy Church's purpose is extremely pure, even bordering on insane greed.
Besides completely severing the Holy Angel, a natural weapon against evil spirit masters, the core objective is to find the supreme treasure passed down through generations of the angel family.
The shattered divine essence left behind by the legendary angel god after he fell from his divine position.
That is the primordial crystal of the divine level.
If they could obtain that divine spark, the Holy Church would be confident that it could use it as a foundation to unravel the true path to overcoming the barrier of divinity.
However, the outcome of that battle has remained a lingering worry for Zhongliwu for many years.
In that meticulously planned massacre, the Angel Family's high-level combat force was indeed wiped out, and the entire mansion was razed to the ground.
But the broken angelic divine essence that was on which so much hope was placed could not be found even after searching every corner.
What infuriated him even more was that, even under the intricate web of traps set up by numerous high-level combatants, several remnants of the Angel Family's collateral branches still managed to break through and escape using some inexplicable methods.
Decades have passed, and this unsolved case has remained dormant in the Church's top-secret files, becoming a hidden pain that no one dares to mention.
Until today, a secret report from the Star Luo Empire broke this long silence.
Zhong Liwu slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, his gaze returning to the secret documents presented below the main hall.
The light screen projected onto the surface of the jade slip clearly recorded every detail of Ye Guyi's battles in the Soul Fighting Tournament and the Black Wind Ridge cleanup operation.
His gaze lingered on the two pairs of golden wings that had spread out behind the girl, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Two pairs of wings.
Four-winged shape.
As a sect that regards the sacred angels as its sworn enemies, the Holy Spirit Cult has a more detailed and thorough understanding of this sacred martial spirit than the angel families themselves.
According to the ancient scriptures passed down through generations of the Holy Church, the rank of the Holy Angel Martial Soul is determined by an extremely strict set of visual criteria.
The most basic, initial form has only one pair of wings on its back, representing that the bloodline flowing within its body is merely that of a barely qualified angel.
When a martial soul transforms into two pairs of wings, it signifies that it has reached the complete four-winged form.
While four wings might be considered a top-tier beast spirit on the mainland, within the true angelic hierarchy, they are merely average.
As for the six-winged form with three pairs of wings, that is the highest threshold of a divine martial soul, representing the orthodox bloodline personally passed down by the gods.
The girl in front of us, named Ye Guyi, is only displaying ordinary-level skills with just two pairs of wings.
From the perspective of the quality of her martial soul, she is by no means the most outstanding talent of this generation.
Zhong Liwu's gaze moved downwards, landing on the string of soul ring data recorded at the end of the information.
His fingers paused on the bone armrest.
Six Soul Rings.
Moreover, all of them are super-standard configurations that far exceed the absorption limits of ordinary Soul Masters.
This is extremely illogical.
What makes a young Soul Emperor, whose Martial Soul level is only at the mid-level, capable of withstanding such a brutal Soul Ring age limit?
The sense of disconnect is too strong.
Even a genius who soaks in top-grade medicinal baths every day and uses rare and precious herbs to cleanse their marrow and meridians cannot possibly cross so many level barriers if their martial soul level is mediocre.
Unless there is an external supreme rule behind her cleansing her body and stabilizing her meridians.
Zhong Liwu took a deep breath, and a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him.
Angelic Godhead.
Could it be that the broken divine crystal that we couldn't find even after searching the entire ruins back then has been hidden on this little girl all along?
Only fragments of divine essence at the level of gods can subtly elevate the physical origin of a mortal, allowing them to disregard rules and restrictions and forcibly accommodate soul rings of higher ages.
The moment the idea popped into his head, it quickly took root and sprouted in his mind.
The deathly stillness in the main hall began to churn, and a chilling aura spread down the steps.
Regardless of whether the divine essence actually resides in this girl, the reappearance of the successor of the holy angels is a hidden danger that the entire Holy Church must eliminate immediately.
If she were allowed to continue growing with the unreasonable purification properties of her Divine Martial Soul, she would cross the threshold of Title Douluo in just a few years.
At that time, the sword that once hung over the Holy Spirit Church will fall again.
We must never repeat the same mistake.
Zhong Liwu withdrew from his reverie, a chilling resolve appearing on his thin, pale face.
He raised his right hand and waved it lightly at the black-robed deacon kneeling below the steps.
"Pass down the order to awaken the two elders who are enshrined in the temple."
The calm voice echoed in the hall, yet it carried an undeniable murderous intent.
"Please have the two Super Douluo personally go to the border to coordinate with the Star Luo forces. Don't worry too much about the Minghuang Academy matter, but the descendants of the Angel Family must be killed."
The deacon below the stage trembled, quickly bowed his head in agreement, and hurriedly left the main hall.
Zhongliwu leaned back into the bone chair, his gaze fixed on the closed stone gate of the main hall.
In his view, Minghuang Academy and oranges were unimportant. Decades ago, when he, a level 98 Super Douluo, led a team of elders and retainers who were also titled Douluos, they were able to make many people in the aging Angel Clan flee. This bloodline had produced gods and must have divine favor, so it could not be taken lightly
The immense dragon's might, spreading across the valley, was as heavy as a mountain, crushing the surrounding rocks into pieces.
The earth groaned in a deep, mournful wail under the terrifying power of the 800,000-year-old Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King.
Nurha lay prone in the mud, his bones creaking under the pressure of the powerful dragon.
Hua Yangming and Li Gousheng even found it hard to breathe, and were so weighed down that they couldn't lift their heads.
However, within that invisible blue-white space-time realm, the sound of the wind was as gentle as spring water caressing one's face.
Huo Yuhao put one arm around Wang Dong's shoulder, his steps very steady.
He didn't even glance at the members of the Main Body Sect who were lying on the ground unable to move, and calmly walked across the messy ground.
There was no panic in those icy blue eyes. He pulled the still-shaken Wang Dong along and walked a few steps to Xiao Xiao and Zuo Xuanxin's side.
The two dark golden cocoons that were steadily merging were now rippling violently due to Di Tian's sudden arrival.
The halo shook violently, even revealing a somewhat chaotic and disorderly atmosphere.
When a Soul Master is absorbing a high-age Soul Ring, the most important thing to avoid is being abruptly interrupted by strong external forces.
Once the meridians and blood flow are blocked, at best the soul ring will dissipate and the martial soul will be damaged; at worst, the meridians will be completely severed and the body will explode, resulting in death.
Huo Yuhao naturally couldn't just watch his two newly created ten-thousand-year soul rings go to waste.
It's not a good thing if someone dies.
Although he hadn't expected that his hand-crafting of the soul ring would actually alert the giant Buddha deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.
But since we're already here, panicking won't help.
Huo Yuhao calmly released Wang Dong, bent down, and reached out with both hands at the same time.
Long, slender, fair hands pierced through the shimmering cocoon of light and pressed precisely on the backs of the two people.
The three-colored soul core within his dantian began to spin rapidly.
The gentle vitality created by the fusion of the ultimate water and the ultimate wood flows through the palms, transforming into two warm streams that continuously flow into the meridians of the two individuals.
Under his meticulous guidance of soul power, Xiao Xiao's churning soul power was forcibly brought back to its predetermined course.
Zuo Xuanxin's arms, which had swollen to a purplish-black color, also calmed down their violent agitation under the nourishment of life.
The nearly shattered cocoon regained its solidity and stability, slowly releasing the millennia-old essence of the Vajra Ape.
The man in black standing not far away narrowed his pure golden vertical pupils slightly.
Di Tian stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the young human who seemed oblivious to everyone else.
As the supreme ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest, who has ruled over all beasts for hundreds of thousands of years, he has never seen such a bold human cub in his entire life.
Under the full force of the black dragon's oppressive aura, a Soul King whose cultivation level was not even level 60 was able to wander around as if nothing had happened.
Not only can they move freely, but they even have the leisure to protect and heal their companions right under their noses.
What surprised and unsettled Di Tian even more was the ancient fluctuations faintly emanating from the depths of the other's body.
That's a quality that ordinary people can't possess.
Under the scrutiny of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King's vertical pupils that looked straight to the source, the boy's skin, flesh, and bones were almost completely transparent.
The crisp frost of the Arctic Ice God, the imposing divine power of the majestic Titan, the fierce aura of the White Tiger Beast, and the complete and pure bloodline of the true dragon.
Even the bloodlines of mythical beasts that had long since disappeared, such as the phoenix and the qilin, were quietly fused together and flowed through the boy's veins.
This is outrageous.
If it weren't for the fact that after that cataclysm in the divine realm, the supreme rules completely severed the possibility of the birth of complete divine beasts and pure-blooded true dragons in the lower realm, Di Tian might even have thought that the boy in front of him was the posthumous child of some ancient dragon king who had been reincarnated and reborn.
How can a normal human body of flesh and blood contain such a grand divinity?
A fleeting hint of seriousness crossed Di Tian's eyes, and the previously restrained fierce aura around him gained a touch of probing coldness.
The golden beast following the man in black moved.
The three-eyed golden lion, riding on four swirling, pale golden auspicious clouds, moved with the lightness of a fish swimming in a deep pool, and gracefully landed beside Huo Yuhao on the gentle breeze.
It tilted its head slightly, sizing up the handsome human boy.
Its fluffy tail swayed comfortably behind it, and its crimson-gold vertical eye on its forehead opened and closed slightly, emitting rings of strange spiritual light.
"Human, aren't you afraid of death?"
A clear and ethereal thought traveled directly into Huo Yuhao's mind along with the mental waves.
Its tone was full of pure confusion and curiosity.
"This is the Beast God Di Tian, the most powerful expert on the entire continent."
"You actually dared to save someone right in front of him? Do you really think you have nine lives?"
Huo Yuhao didn't even lift his eyelids.
He maintained a steady flow of soul power in his palm, and then gently touched a certain acupoint on Xiao Xiao's back with his fingertips to help the little girl dispel the last trace of violent impurities.
He continued with his work, and casually replied.
"I don't care."
The boy spoke calmly, without a trace of fear.
"Since I promised to protect them, the process of absorbing the soul rings cannot be disturbed by outsiders."
"With rules in place, you won't have to worry about getting things done."
"If you don't even have this much self-control, how will you achieve great things in the future?"
The three-eyed golden lion was stunned upon hearing this.
It tilted its head and stared at the unfazed human, finding the other's thinking rather strange.
Even though they might be slapped into mincemeat at any moment, they're still seriously talking about whether doing things is stressful or not.
As the last vestige of life flowed into their bodies, Xiao Xiao and Zuo Xuanxin's auras completely stabilized.
The two ten-thousand-year soul rings were neatly placed on the two people's martial souls, emitting a deep, dark golden light, and entered the final, meticulous process.
After confirming that the two were safe, Huo Yuhao withdrew his hands.
He slowly pulled a clean cloth from his bosom, wiped away non-existent dust from his fingertips, and then straightened up.
He turned around, shielding Wang Dong behind him, and raised his head to meet Di Tian's golden vertical pupils.
Two gazes collided suddenly in the air.
Di Tian slightly tightened his hands behind his back, and the killing intent deep within his golden vertical pupils emanated without any concealment.
"Human, aren't you afraid of death?"
Di Tian's voice was deep and majestic, carrying a commanding power that silenced all things.
If it were an ordinary Soul Master, or even a Super Douluo above level 95, they would have been terrified and turned ashen-faced by this overwhelming killing intent that had solidified into reality.
Huo Yuhao met that piercing gaze with a calm and composed expression, and even spoke quite decisively.
"I'm so afraid of dying."
The boy spoke the most cowardly words without any psychological burden.
But after uttering those words, a confident smile slowly spread across his aloof and ethereal face.
That smile was bright and cheerful, but deep in his eyes lay a detached indifference that seemed to look down upon the world.
"But do you dare kill me?"
Huo Yuhao slightly raised his chin, his tone as firm as if he were stating the truth.
"Who in this world dares to kill me?"
"Who can kill me?!"
This arrogant and boundless statement echoed through the valley.
The three-eyed golden lion lying next to him was so angry that it stood up its long golden hair on the back of its neck and couldn't help but scold it on the spot.
"Arrogant!"
It has lived for tens of thousands of years and has witnessed countless self-proclaimed powerful human titled Douluo trembling in front of the Beast God.
This human boy, as weak as an ant, actually dared to ask such a nonsensical question in front of Di Tian.
Di Tian's cold, handsome face, as if carved by a knife and axe, completely darkened.
"Ignorant brat, you're courting death."
The man in black coldly uttered eight words, then suddenly raised his right hand, which had been hanging by his side.
An intense, almost impenetrable black light surged from his palm, and his entire right arm instantly expanded and transformed into a ferocious dragon claw covered in jet-black scales, radiating an aura of extreme destruction.
The space around the dragon's claw was crushed, revealing countless black cracks.
Di Tian didn't use any fancy divine skills; he simply extended his enormous dragon claw and grabbed down from above, blotting out the sky.
The sharp dragon claw tore through the sky and pressed down directly onto Huo Yuhao's crown.
This is to turn this arrogant human into mincemeat on the spot.
A strong gust of wind swept down, and Wang Dong's heart jumped into his throat. He instinctively wanted to block it.
Huo Yuhao stood motionless, not even mobilizing his protective soul power, but simply watched the approaching dragon claw with a smile on his lips.
However, at that critical moment, the void in front of Huo Yuhao suddenly twisted violently.
A figure covered in mottled tree bark and entwined with countless dark green vines suddenly burst out of the air.
As a vast expanse of ghastly green poisonous fog billowed, thick, intertwined ancient tree roots rose from the ground, forcefully supporting the ground and blocking Di Tian's powerful and heavy blow.
The two clashed, and the storm-like aftershocks were desperately absorbed into the attacker's arms to dissipate them.
Immediately afterwards, a hysterical, almost howling, hoarse gong echoed through the valley.
"We can't kill the boss, we really can't kill him!"
The newcomer was none other than the Demon King, the fifth-ranked expert on the list of the Ten Great Ferocious BeastsThe Demon King's two hands transformed into layers of ancient tree roots, desperately trying to catch Di Tian's black dragon claws suspended in mid-air.
That usually gloomy, bluish face was now contorted with anxiety, veins throbbing on his forehead, and his face was filled with terror.
Di Tian's golden vertical eyes narrowed slightly, and the dark, murderous aura surging within them subsided considerably.
The ferocious black dragon's claw hovered in mid-air, ultimately refraining from forcefully striking down.
Having known and worked together for over a hundred thousand years, Di Tian knew the old tree demon's temperament all too well.
The Demon King has always been low-key and patient, always seeking advantage and avoiding harm. He lives more cautiously than anyone else deep in the Star Dou Great Forest.
If it weren't for a truly dire calamity, this old fellow would never have dared to risk being severely injured by Long Wei and directly block his killing move.
Di Tian slowly retracted his dragon claws, the black dragon scales on his arm gradually receding, and coldly swept his gaze towards the Demon King in front of him.
"Wan Yao, what's wrong with you?"
Di Tian's voice was deep and authoritative, with a hint of incomprehension and questioning.
The three-eyed golden lion standing to the side also withdrew the golden flames under its four hooves. Its crimson-gold vertical eye blinked twice, equally confused.
It tilted its head and sized up the old tree demon who was wailing and clutching its head, not understanding why the usually overly shrewd King of Demons would suddenly jump out to protect a human.
The Demon King gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, and hurriedly raised his wide sleeves to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Boss, this kid is untouchable, absolutely untouchable!"
The Demon King lowered his hoarse voice, his eyes constantly glancing at Huo Yuhao, his tone filled with lingering fear.
"This kid carries the essence of this world, he is the natural child of the entire Douluo plane!"
Upon hearing this, Di Tian raised an eyebrow slightly.
Fearing that his explanation was not clear enough, the King of Ten Thousand Demons hurriedly added to it.
"I am a spirit of plants and trees, and I am most sensitive to the spiritual energy of the plants and trees in this world."
"He has a genuine seed of nature growing within him, completely bound to the lifeblood of this planet."
"If he were to die a violent death in this Starry Sky Forest today, the Seed of Nature would shatter on the spot, and the ecological balance of the entire continent would collapse instantly."
"When the vital energy of heaven and earth declines and withers, all plants will wither in large numbers, and at that time, all living things on this planet will perish along with it!"
The King of Ten Thousand Demons became increasingly anxious as he spoke, almost to the point of swearing an oath to the heavens and the earth on the spot.
The valley was so quiet that the only sound was the gentle breeze rustling through the treetops.
Di Tian fell silent.
He had never heard of the ethereal and mysterious identity of the Child of Nature before.
However, he knew the Demon King's true nature very well; this old tree demon would never dare to fabricate lies to deceive him on such a matter concerning the life and death of his clan.
The three-eyed golden lion, standing not far away, looked as if it had suddenly realized something.
Its furry animal face revealed an extremely lively expression, its eyes exuding a clear and transparent quality, and it nodded its huge head repeatedly.
"Oh, I see."
The three-eyed golden lion flicked its tail, and the crisp sound echoed in the minds of the several ferocious beasts along with their spiritual intentions.
"No wonder my sense of destiny kept creeping in when he came over just now. I had a feeling that killing him would bring disaster."
"I originally thought it was an illusion, but I never imagined it was the cause and effect of universal sorrow."
The auspicious beast's naive agreement effectively sealed the deal with the Demon King's testimony.
Di Tian's golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and his gaze returned to the leisurely-looking young man opposite him.
Huo Yuhao had one hand behind his back, a faint smile on his handsome and aloof face. He was calm and composed, completely exuding an air of fearlessness.
This 800,000-year-old ferocious beast king, who ruled over all beasts, clenched his fist silently beneath his robes.
This turn of events truly exceeded his expectations.
In the current Douluo plane, no mistakes can be tolerated.
The Lord Silver Dragon King is still slumbering in the deepest part of the Lake of Life, healing his wounds. His injuries have not yet healed, and he is completely unable to withstand any impact from any dramatic changes in the laws.
Even more deadly are the imperial beasts beside him.
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion currently has only 15,000 years of cultivation. It still has a long way to go before it truly enters the complete form and has the ability to traverse the starry sea.
If this world were to become a lifeless, dead planet because of the death of a mortal, not only would humanity be wiped out, but their soul beast race would also be completely severed from its bloodline, heading towards the abyss of extinction.
The price was far too heavy, so heavy that even the invincible Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King could not bear it.
While Di Tian was secretly weighing the pros and cons, Huo Yuhao was also quietly observing the man in black in front of him.
Within the skull, the Space-Time-Brain of the Spirit Eyes was rapidly operating, and the fifth soul skill, constant ordered numbers and non-constant unstable ordered numbers, silently and completely unfolded.
A vast array of time-space slices overlapped deep within my consciousness, attempting to grasp the laws and trajectories of the Emperor's celestial body.
However, the feedback data was obscure and vague.
That layer of pure true dragon bloodline, belonging to the 800,000-year-old Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, was as thick and heavy as a towering mountain. No matter how many times the imaging neurons tried to probe it, they could not deconstruct and replicate it in a short time.
Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly.
As expected of the absolute ceiling below the god level in the setting, the sheer amount of potential she possesses under normal circumstances is enough to leave me at a loss.
It's obviously not something that can be done in a short time if you try to figure out the details of this old black dragon.
Huo Yuhao quickly gathered his thoughts, turned his gaze away, and focused on the strangely shaped three-eyed golden lion beside him.
The little creature held its head high, its two front paws resting on auspicious clouds, its golden pupils filled with clarity and curiosity, exuding an air of naivety and ignorance.
Within the microscopic field of vision of the Spirit Eye, a faint ring of crimson-gold light firmly enveloped the surface of its body.
That is the supreme law of destiny that transcends the ordinary five elements.
Huo Yuhao tentatively tried to use his mental power to touch that layer of light of destiny.
The combined operation of the fourth and fifth soul skills produced a very weak feedback resonance, but a tiny, almost imperceptible golden thread was still peeled away from that seemingly indestructible barrier of fate.
There's potential.
A faint glimmer of light flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.
Once a clue is found, with his near-infinite computing power and the incredible properties of his image neurons, thoroughly understanding this power of destiny will be a piece of cake.
Given enough time and opportunities, you will be able to shape your own destiny in the future.
Just as the scene reached a brief stalemate, the Demon King standing in front suddenly turned around.
The infamous 530,000-year-old plant-type overlord's fierce aura vanished completely. Instead, he moved closer to Huo Yuhao, a hint of ingratiating kindness appearing on his grayish-blue face.
"Young man, I was very rude just now. It was a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding."
The Demon King rubbed his hands, which had turned into withered wood, and spoke in an exceptionally polite tone.
The dimensional rank of the Child of Nature possesses an unparalleled natural attraction and affinity for all plant-based beings on the entire continent.
As long as one can breathe a few more breaths of pure natural essence near this boy, even a demonic tree that is hundreds of thousands of years old can receive immense nourishment and blessings.
The almost obsequious attitude of the Demon King left the members of the Main Body Sect lying on the ground behind him speechless.
That was the mighty Demon King, ranked fifth among the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts, yet he was smiling at a human boy who was only a teenager.
At this moment, everyone's perceptions were almost completely shattered.
Di Tian coldly observed the old tree demon's shameful behavior and slowly withdrew his scattered thoughts.
The hesitation on his face vanished completely, replaced by his usual aloof and disdainful demeanor.
Since this boy, who carries the seed of nature, cannot be touched, then we will not touch him.
But that doesn't mean he'll swallow his anger.
Di Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his pure golden vertical pupils slightly turned, his indifferent gaze slowly sweeping over Nurha, Zuo Xuanxin, and Hua Yangming, who were lying motionless in the mud.
"Since I can't touch you."
Di Tian's tone was calm and even, as if he were merely announcing the final fate of a few ants.
"Then none of the others will survive today."